I read this article someone posted on Facebook today. Very true words.
I've lived away from the country where I grew up in for just about a third of my life. I count the number of times I have moved in my married life (10 excluding the temporary housing we've lived in while waiting for our "permanent" homes to be ready for us to move into).
I've embraced this experience. But some of the sentiments expressed in this article about missing out on stuff ring so true. I've missed birthdays, weddings, anniversaries. I've missed my extended family and hanging out with friends. I've also grown apart from friends whom I previously thought were my "besties" but the years apart & the worldly experiences I've had has resulted in us growing apart, not just in distance but also in our attitudes towards various social issues. I think I've become liberalized by my exposure to so many different cultures & ethnicities and can't help but feel appalled at some of the attitudes that exist in my home country.
I believe that third culture kids (& third culture adults like me) become more tolerant of differences. The xenophobia & racism that I increasingly see at "home" alarms me. It doesn't feel like home anymore. It's not the same as what I remember it to be.
The saying goes: "Home is Where the Heart is". It certainly is...and not necessarily located in any particular physical location.